Tart. Like Me.

You ever have one of those days? One of those months?

Husband is away and to say we miss him is an understatement. The boys take turns sleeping with me and I spend most nights curled up in one corner of the bed hoping the kid, whoever it is, doesn't kick out my kidney.

In an effort to get well I'm drinking a tablespoon of raw, unfiltered apple cider vinegar with mother (f*ing awful aftertaste) each night.

I know. As if the dead fishies and a ton of mercury swimming around inside my tummy isn't bad enough.

And I've got bizarro friends calling me up asking when the next Boobie-Thon is so they can see "some ta-tas."

Anyone know where I can get a shirt that says, "Leave Me Alone"?

All is not awful, though. I'm so happy to be here I can't stand it. When cousins come down or tragedy strikes or my brother passes through town on his way to Philadelphia - I know I'm on the right side of the Mississippi.

I'm concentrating on my mommying and my career. Both going well and strong. I am kicking ass and taking names.

Best part of all? My kids.

It's Oldest's turn to kick, I mean snooze with, me tonight. As I'm gulping down the vinegar and feeling sorta blah, he runs up and says, "Guess what Momma? I get to sleep with an angel tonight."

I really do have the best little boys ever.

But I still hate the vinegar.